Haunted

(Finally on this subject, my perspective!)

Like a pack of baying hounds

You hunt me through the day,

Then when I'm drained and fit to drop

You banish sleep away.

What draws you here unearthly thing,

To leave your grave behind

And come to seek a grain of peace

In this dimension of mine?

You're caught up in an endless loop

Of abstract consciousness,

Suffering memory's grim torment

Which now is mine no less.

Why do you deny me rest

To lament your unlived days?

It wasn't I who took your life,

But a drug-induced haze.

All the while you haunt my thoughts

How can my dreams be free?

And while my memories are yours

How can I be me?

Yet if you tear yourself away

I swear I'll inwardly bleed,

So closely have you forged a link

With me, it's borne a need.

You ask could I endure a place

Where no one gives a jot?

Of course I couldn't, but what's your point?

'A fear we'll be forgot!'

Deep compassion fills my heart

Until I'm choked with tears,

I truly hadn't understood

The nature of your fears.

Your doctor's instincts pull you back

To the trenches of the Somme,

Where countless tortured Souls are trapped

In limbo by the bomb.

You attempt a rescue, but the task's too great

For a solitary ex-human Soul

And so you ask my help to heal

This spiritual black hole.

And so I'm drawn along with you

To the battlefields of France,

Where medium and Spirit Guide

Can ease this hell through trance.

Maybe now we'll both find peace

Together or apart,

But either way I'll not forget 

To remember you in my heart.